Текст песни Ёлка, Шеff - Террор

The wind is inside, you can’t find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

Dark tunnel
Palace of the dark
Crushes space, empty packets fly in the face
A suicide girl is not a dream
No longer a dream
Foaming water - singing in unison
Ding dong, ding dong
Banging heels
Siluet at a cliff of a mountain river
Noisy water
Eyes look at the sky
Time is inexorable, inexorable time
Sigh - like a cross on someone’s point of view
Exhale - Reincarnation
Two flints rub against each other
The internal mood has reached a boiling point

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war

The wind is inside, you can’t find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

Flames circulate slowly in a circle.
Burning those who run ahead
Crescents are burning
Magnetic zones
Thoughts on a piece of paper chained
Frozen fingers shackled
Hot news on shares chewed
Knocking like hammers
About, no reason
Electric wires tied the heart of the city
Silent silence
Payback melody - blindfolded
Black thunderstorm leaves alone on the field
Argue between themselves and others

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war

A hurricane breaks inside
Heart beat
Black Diamond of the East
Blind passers by
From the underground screams
Lava spews out
River of longing - something pulls back to the bottom
Mountains in the music play
Symbol - Dance of Fire
The question is "Where"?
The answer is "I am going to heaven"
Hidden trail road
Draws a castle of light
One and only there
No ticket back
The song is calling, this song is
Calls to the roots
Song drenches
Then beats an electric shock
Hidden mystic at the bottom of the city of dust
It's scary when they die, because they just lived

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk.
On the pavement of the soul
Grace of the world in the dance of war

The wind is inside, you can’t find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

Why why?
Why why?
Why why?
Why are these deaths?